Something about pain
It makes its rounds every day
Many ways to relieve it
Whether by medicine or by grace
Pain is endured
Never relieved fully
Mine is constant
Like my nerves are on fire
I do not worry nor fret
I know what is coming
Rather you should be asking yourself
What am I doing that is causing this pain
To myself and to others?

I know why I suffer
I embrace what has been delivered to me
Always for the sake of others, indeed in heart is all I need
Light beyond the dark and the light
Is how We see

An Eternal Flame
Of a Heart Most Sacred
Never goes out
Always burning
Always beating
Even with a lance stuck inside